Go crazy, my court is all treacherous

Chapter 114 Silence
Beijing.

Daxia is the most luxurious and wealthy place.

Although, after the emperor ordered the city gate to be closed the day before yesterday, and the Xichang fanzi arrested and killed them randomly.

Somewhat chaotic and depressed.

But this is the capital city after all, and the trade and trading industry is developed, and it returned to its original state in just one day.

You know, even a day of delay.

For those large merchants, the losses will be huge.

It is nothing more than giving more money to the government and the West Factory in order to maintain stable business.

But today, the wind direction in the capital seems to have changed again.

There are four shady rice shops at the gates of the city, plus more than a dozen in Jingfu Street.

He actually changed his mind and stopped doing business.

Instead, a pole was hung, the banner of Dongchang.

There are more than a dozen extra large pots set up at the door, with flames rising under them and the aroma of porridge filling them.

A group of eunuchs wearing Dongchang's embroidered official robes were guarded by two rows of swords on the left and right.

There is a notice posted on the shop front.

Some passers-by stopped to watch.

But due to the power of Dongchang's castrated dog, he didn't dare to get too close.

"It's strange. I recognize this is the owner of Mihang. Why did he suddenly switch to selling porridge?"

"Don't tell me, this rice porridge is so delicious."

"Tsk, tsk, it's thick enough. How much rice do you need to put in it?"

"Oh my God, since the price of rice has increased, my whole family has not eaten a grain of rice for more than half a year."

"This is the way of the world."

"These are not Dongchang geldings."

"Shh..."

"You don't want your head anymore, you dare to say anything, shut up quickly."

"What is written on this notice?"

"Hey, hey, sour scholar, aren't you the scholar in our village?"

"Read it to us."

There were passers-by, men, women, old and young.

Except for those guys who wore silk robes and looked wealthy, basically everyone was sallow and thin.

This is the capital...

At this time, a middle-aged scribe with patches all over his body was pushed by several fellow villagers and stood up.

The middle-aged scribe was a little embarrassed and nervous.

After taking a look, the eunuchs of the East Factory who were staring at him wanted to scare him away.

But after reading the words on the notice clearly.

The whole person is stupid.

Only the Adam's apple is rolling up and down, and the mouth is filled with fluid.

What's more, I couldn't help but read it out.

"The emperor is a wise man who cares about the people. He specially sent Wei Zhongxian, the governor of the East Factory, to set up a tent in the capital to cook porridge and provide relief to the victims. There are twenty porridge tents in total. From Mao hour to You hour every day, the porridge will not stop. The location is."

"hiss……"

"what?"

"Xiucai, did you read that correctly?"

"The emperor asked the governor of Dongchang to set up a tent and serve porridge?"

"Twenty more seats?"

"This, this, is this true?"

When the middle-aged scribe read the notice, everyone was shocked, and the scene was completely silent for a while.

After a while, it suddenly broke out.

Everyone can't stand.

Things are so bad these days, and the landlords don’t have enough food left.

Being able to drink free and thick rice porridge here is like a dream.

However, I looked at the dozens of Dongchang eunuchs who were guarding both sides of the porridge shed with arrogant faces and knives.

Think again of the notorious reputation of Dongchang in the past.

As a result, no one dared to step forward.

Even some old beggars who are hiding in the crowd and are almost starving are just looking for plums to quench their thirst.

Smelling the aroma of porridge, I felt intoxicated.

Because, they also heard the whispers of the crowd.

"Impossible, Dongchang can be so kind, even if there is an order from the stupid emperor, look at those people with swords."

"Anyone who dares to come forward will be arrested and sent to the factory prison. Ergouzi's family was arrested and they haven't come back for several years."

"Yes, something must be wrong..."

"I guess there is poison in this porridge..."

"Puppies and kittens, come back quickly, you can't go drink."

"Everyone must hold back. We would rather eat tree bark or chew grass roots than drink it."

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A group of people were frightened after hearing this. The adults hurriedly grabbed their children, fearing that they would not pay attention for a moment, so they ran up to get the porridge.

Some people even cursed in a low voice.

It's so good, adding medicine to the porridge, isn't this a waste of food?

The gelded dog deserves to die...

Dongchang Yameni.

Wei Zhongxian was dressed in the official uniform of the governor of the East Factory. He was sitting at the top of the table, with his legs crossed, sipping tea leisurely.

The four scribes below divide the work and cooperate.

One person was quickly flipping through the greeting cards and reading them word for word.

The abacus in one person's hand was flying up and down, responsible for the calculation.

One person writes quickly and keeps recording.

The last person is responsible for counting the greetings after reading and checking for any mistakes.

"Gao Youcai from Gaomi Trading Company offers three hundred shi of white rice and 500 taels of silver."

"We have four square metres, a thousand stones of white rice, and 12 pearls from the West Sea."

"Loyal and righteous, I will give you 50 shi of white rice and [-] taels of gold."

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comfortable.

This sound is really pleasant.

Wei Zhongxian half-squinted his eyes and seemed to hear carts of grain and money flowing in front of his eyes.

What is power?

This is……

As long as some Dongchang fanzi are dispatched to spread the news, who dares not to take the initiative to send rice to these mere untouchable shops?

"Blessed are you. I will remember these greetings sent to the merchant house. From now on, anyone from Dongchang will not bother me again within three years."

"In addition, each business bank sent 100 taels of silver, so our family bought all the food."

"Also take note of those disobedient people. Isn't the factory prison still empty?"

"Let them improve their memory."

Wei Zhongxian's voice was flat, but what he said made people shudder.

The little eunuch serving beside him immediately responded respectfully.

"Lord Governor, it's not good."

"Ok?"

"Xiao Kangzi, you really haven't made any progress at all, you are frizzy, do you want to die?"

Wei Zhongxian's eyes turned cold.

A little eunuch who ran in was so frightened that he threw himself on the ground and knelt down desperately.

"Go ahead."

"Yes, Lord Governor."

"We, we have opened twenty porridge sheds, but so far not a single disaster victim has come to receive porridge."

The little eunuch reported with a trembling voice.

"what……"

"Crack..."

The teacup in Wei Zhongxian's hand shattered instantly, and fine cold sweat immediately broke out on his originally calm face.

"Those untouchables, why don't they go to get the porridge, but someone interferes with it?"

"Or, which thing that can't control its claws, asked those untouchables to collect money?"

"Say……"

Wei Zhongxian grabbed it with his big hand.

The little eunuch flew directly into the air.

The next moment, the neck had fallen into Wei Zhongxian's hands.

He can't be in a hurry.

This job is related to his life and fortune.

"The young ones dare not disobey the order of Lord Dudu, but no one dares to come to receive the porridge."

The little eunuch rolled his eyes.

He is about to die before his eyes.

Wei Zhongxian's lungs were about to burst with anger, his eyes were red, and murderous intent surged.

Do these untouchables want him to die...

No...

Must go and see...

With a wave of his hand, the little eunuch hit the wall directly and vomited blood. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

This scene.

The four scribes were even more shocked and trembling.

I was shaking all over.

But he still suppressed his fear and continued working, not daring to make any mistakes.

Inside King Fook Street.The second floor of the inn not far from a porridge shed.

In the room by the window.

At this moment, there were four people standing inside, three men and one woman, all leaning against the window, watching carefully.

The leader was about forty years old, with a strong build and a resolute face, holding a long black sword in his hand.

The other two men are about the same age.

But one person is dressed as a Taoist priest, and the other person is dressed as a monk.

Only the woman is a little more normal. She looks about seventeen or eighteen years old. She is wearing a blue dress and has a beautiful appearance.

"This dog emperor, I don't know what tricks he is playing again. Brother Shen, what should we do?"

The woman in green clothes spoke, her voice was clear but with murderous intent.

"Pooh……"

"These Dongchang geldings, I want to kill every one I see..."

The Taoist man was holding a fly whisk and was even more irritable.

"Amitabha, you should be killed."

The monk had a compassionate smile on his face.

Three people, none of them are good.

But judging from the aura they exuded, they were all martial arts masters in the acquired realm.

Women in Tsing Yi are eighth-rate, Taoist men are fourth-rate, and monks are third-rate.

And the first person.

The most extraordinary thing is that he is already a sixth-grade innate powerhouse.

"Qingmei, Zhang Laodao, forget to kill the monk, remember our mission today is not to kill a few gelded dogs."

Chen Haoran frowned and signaled the three of them to be quiet.

"We don't have much food left in our association, and now that government and businessmen are colluding, food prices have tripled."

"And no matter what the dog emperor wants to do, we dead people just need to wait for the opportunity and grab this Fuxiang rice line first."

"Yes, Master Chen Xiang's words are reasonable. We cannot let the brothers in the guild go hungry."

"Sooner or later, these castrated dogs, the great monk I will send them to see the Buddha."

The two nodded in agreement.

And at this time.

The room door was suddenly knocked.

Qing Mei, who had been silent just now, changed her pretty face and subconsciously pulled out her sword, but was held down by Chen Haoran.

"Who?"

"The north and the south of the earth have always had a righteous energy that has long been stored in the galaxy."

"It's a waste of time for the man not to get rid of the evil snake in the Eight Desolations and Liuhe."

"It's my own."

The four of them looked relaxed.

The door opened, and a young man dressed as a waiter rushed in and bowed on one knee to Chen Haoran.

"Xiang Master, a brother from Dishan Hall sent information that a large amount of rice grains are being transported to a Dongchang warehouse in the north of the city. It is estimated that it is no less than [-] shi."

"what?"

"Where do you get the food?"

Chen Haoran stepped forward and asked.

"It is said that the major grain stores in the capital honor Wei Zhongxian, the gelding of Dongchang."

The boy replied.

"Subordinates retire."

"Thank you brother"

Chen Haoran's eyes were intense, he cupped his hands towards the young man, and then looked at the disaster relief porridge shed.

"With less than [-] shi of grain, these ungrateful beasts should be killed..."

"Master Xiang, can we still keep an eye on this millet?"

"Why don't we just stop doing it and rob the castrated dog's rice warehouse? Thirty thousand dan, at least enough for the brothers in the guild to feed for a year and a half."

"Yes, Brother Chen, we can also use part of it to help the victims."

Several people were moved.

They all looked at Chen Haoran, waiting for him to make up his mind.

After all, that is thirty thousand shi of food.

Something to stay alive.

"it is good……"

"That's it..."

"Zhang Laodao, please inform the brothers of Gengjintang that the plan has changed. The target has been changed to the gelding granary in the north of the city. Ask them all to dispatch, prepare backup, and prepare carriages to transport the grain."

"Qingmei, forgot to kill the monk, let's check the location first, and wait for my order."

Chen Haoran thought for a moment, then made a decision.

"Take orders..."

The three of them did not hesitate.

This time, it's a big deal.

Once this is done, the brothers in their association will no longer be short of food in the short term.

It is even possible to make a big fuss and make Dongchang Wei a big loser.

That's better than killing some Dongchang gelded dogs.

It’s much more refreshing...

Royal Palace.

Tiangong Supervisor.

This is a department that brings together the world's most skilled craftsmen, and is under the jurisdiction of the Minister of Industry.

The main business is to repair the palace and manufacture various large and small instruments for the royal use.

However, in this world.

People are also divided into four levels: warriors, farmers, industry and commerce.

Among them, business is the most important, followed by industry.

This puts the skilled craftsmen of Tiangong Supervisor in a low status, and they don't even see any hope.

But, today.

Everything has changed.

In the main hall of the Tiangong Supervisor.

Zhou Qian was wearing a five-clawed golden dragon robe, with his hands behind his back and a gloomy expression.

In front of him, hundreds of people were kneeling in a dense crowd.

These people are all skilled craftsmen gathered by Tiangong Prison in various states, counties and counties.

"You bastard..."

"This is my Heavenly Works Supervisor. Are these my craftsmen?"

"Where is the imperial dragon guard? Go and bring You Hun, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, to me..."

Lu Yan kicked the Minister of Works, his voice was extremely cold...

"According to the purpose..."

The two imperial dragon guards were not polite and went directly to the backyard of the Tiangong Supervisor and dragged out the drunk You Hun.

"Bold..."

"You are presumptuous..."

"I'm the minister of the Ministry of Industry, a third-rank official, how dare you treat me like this..."

"Damn it, let me go..."

You Hun recently made a large sum of money from the palace renovation project, and then returned from Wanhua Tower in style.

Just happy and drinking too much.

He fell asleep directly in the palace. At this moment, he was so dazed that someone grabbed his arms and dragged him out.

Still not awake for a while.

"You Hun..."

Lu Yan's eyes were cold, and his voice used his inner strength, and it sounded like thunder in You Hun's ears.

"what……"

"Your Majesty?"

"The humble minister deserves to die, long live, long live, long live."

You Hun's mind was in a daze, and he suddenly woke up after seeing clearly who was standing in front of him.

Lying on the ground subconsciously.

Salute and kowtow.

"You deserve to die..."

"This is my Tiangong Supervisor?"

"In my opinion, it's not an exaggeration to say it's a ruined temple..."

Lu Yan even laughed angrily.

The entire Tiangong Supervisor, except for the Tiangong main hall, which is relatively normal, the rest of the place is in tatters.

Some of the palace walls have cracks, and the forging stoves and even the tables, chairs and benches are old items that I don’t know where they came from.

Including these skilled craftsmen, their official uniforms all wear patches.

Some are even obviously malnourished.

And this is especially true, every year, or even half a year, thousands of taels, or even tens of thousands of taels of silver will be spent from the warehouse.

It is used to replace the tools of the Tiangong Supervisor, repair the palace, distribute rewards, subsidies, etc.

It's just greedy to the core...

"Wei Chen deserves to die, Wei Chen deserves to die."

You Hun was already frightened.

The dignified Da Xia Zi would actually come to such a despicable place as Tiangong Supervisor.

It has never happened since ancient times.

This is against the law of etiquette.

"You can get away with it without any courtesy. Who wants to come forward and tell me how many dirty things this bitch has done in daily life..."

"Do not be afraid."

"I, personally decide for you..."

Lu Yan didn't want to look at a dead person anymore, but showed a gentle smile to a group of craftsmen.

(End of this chapter)